“Have tootbrush will travel” is one of my favourite expressions, I think I coined it in fact? I always have one in a pocket of my bag, I never leave home without it, cleanliness is next to Godliness after all. The toothbrush is my blunt weapon of choice often paired in my handbag with lovely knickers (I’m partial isn’t everyone), my ixus camera, eyeliner, vaseline, house keys, phone, bankcard, a notebook and book with some coins for snacks. You never know when the opportunity for adventure will present itself so you have to be ready, don’t you?.
Sometimes when traveling further afield on a quest for a change of scene for my itchy feet my bag gets slightly larger with a change of clothes, toiletries, pouch of makeup, my retainer, passport and chargers for the tech we all breath. The perfect capsule bijou freedom knapsack with all that I need shoved under the seat whilst my knees touch the seat in front of me “what bliss”. It sounds poetic but the experience often isn’t, it’s a means to an end, a chance for freedom at a bargain basement price. A cheap bucket-air offer (fond cheaper carrier term I use) to a location that I often can’t pronounce. Hoping with fingers crossed that the destination airport is somewhere near civilisation so I can find a place to sleep at least.
Armed with my soft bristled inanimate companion I’m ready for anywhere, any eventuality, mission or spontaneous adventure. Once the bristles start to frizzle it doubles as a calling card, a kind of nonchalant “I’ll see you later, I’ll be back, she’s been here, she got good use from me”, a modern installation of my presence in the form of a present, so be warned!. Happy travels…….
